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nailed it

I’m working on my impatience. Yesterday, I spilled an entire box of nails, screws and pins. Like when Ralphie dropped the screws in A Christmas Story, the falling nails went flying in slow motion as I admittingly screamed, “fuuuuudge”. Only I said the Holy Grail of curse words. The F dash dash dash word. I was soooooo pissed. Why had this happened to me when I had other things to do?

Then I separated myself from the emotion of anger. Instead, I chose to view the hundreds of nails, screws and pins on the floor as an opportunity. Instead of thinking about how mad I was, I focused on the quality of my work as I put each piece in its rightful place. I caught my mind wandering twice but identified the thoughts and went back to being mindful.

This, my friends, is the practice of peace.

peace by piece if you will.

This pic was taken with the new iPhone and was not edited. In fact, this whole post was done with my phone. Impressive.